“It may be,” Barry admitted. “Whatever they are, someone doesn’t want anybody to hang around the lodge. We’ll just have to show them that we intend to stay there.”
“That’s the talk!” Kent approved.
Still discussing the things nearest their minds, the boys arrived at the cabin close to dinner time. After some thought they decided to postpone their moving until the afternoon.
“Tim and I can move the things over, if you and Kent want to go to Fox Point,” Mac told Barry.
“I ought to go mail my letter,” Barry said. “And we need some things from the store there, kerosene in particular. Our lantern is about empty, and we’ll want some oil for the lamps in the lodge.”
“Not to forget Mac’s sausage,” smiled Kent.
“It won’t take us any time to move our few things over there,” Tim said. “You boys go ahead, and we’ll manage the domestic affairs.”
This was agreed to, and after the midday meal Kent and Barry prepared to start out. They took the sled with them, but decided not to skate.
“That would be a couple of miles up the lake and then down the river,” Kent argued. “We can cut our distance by going through the woods.”
“The ice is almost covered with snow anyway,” observed Barry. “We can hike it as quickly as we could skate.”